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I was a little worried about the ending, hope you enjoy it as much as I did while writting it 
Thinking about a follow up story...what do you think?
I will be away for 3 weeks on vacation so I would write it when I get back.
anyway...enjoy the story
A Catholic Girls Vacation
Nicky was an only child who was spoiled by her over protective parents. Having grown up in all girls’ schools she felt like she had missed out on many things. There were many friends that the popular Nicky had growing up. It was a straight line that she walked and that was becoming a little boring for her. Yearning for some excitement she managed to talk her parents into letting her drive up the coast to Buffalo New York to visit her Aunt.
Saying goodbye on her finale day of school to her friends at Saint Gregory she jumped into her jeep and was ready for her journey. In such a hurry to leave she decided to change latter. Wearing her white dress shirt with the top buttons unbuttoned and her tiny skirt she was on her way. Itching her stockings and using her black shoes she managed to itch that spot above her ankle she laughed as she thought about her trip.
With her top down Nicky’s dark brown hair was flying all over as she sped down the highway. Singing her favorite song she was nodding her head to the beat. With her shoulders shaking to the beat she let the wind breeze through her hair as she drove.
Stopping for gas Nicky jumped from her jeep and pulled her long hair from her face. Walking with a skip in her step the young lady made her way into the store to use the bathroom. Once back in her jeep Nicky happily sped away towards her destination.
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In the middle of the Pennsylvania country side the weather was hot and most of the kids were playing in some of the local pounds to stay cool. Samantha or Sam for short was a twenty year old that was always looking for some fun. Sam was hanging out with her younger sister in the pond just of the throughway.
Sam was a soft spoken country girl with an evil side. You could always find Sam in either jean shorts or regular jeans. Most days she wore some sort of a white tee-shirt. At five foot five she looked so sweat and adorable if you didn’t know her. Light drown hair mixed with some bright blond streaks made Sam look like a pop rock stare. Her smile could suck you into her web where she would finish you off with her cute soft eyes.
Trish was Sam’s younger sister. Trish also had her fare share of victims. The nineteen year old had a fun and loving side. Adventure and pleasure drove this wild child. If not out with her friends Trish stayed inside her home with her boxers and tee-shirt on. The internet was her entertainment while at home. Sporting dirty blond hair she was just a little shorter then her sister. A strong breeze it seemed would knock her off her feet.
The two sisters were swimming and having some fun as the day began to come to an end. With the sun setting Sam dried off disappointed that she could not find any really ticklish girls to play with. Once they were toweled off they jumped into the pickup truck and made their way down the twisty dirt road.
They were listening to the radio when they noticed a jeep broken down on the side of the exit ramp. The always curious Sam and Trish decided to drive past and see who was stuck. They both felt their hearts quicken when they noticed the pretty young school girl sitting on her hood.
Nicky was so scared when she saw the pickup come to a slow stop in front of her. When she saw the two teens she quickly felt at ease. Throwing her arms up in the air and shrugging her shoulders as if to say help me please she prayed the girls would stop to help.
Sam asked what was wrong and Nicky laughed and said, “don’t really know…like it just stopped…like…totally dead or something you know”?
The sisters turned and looked at each other wondering if this girl was a cheerleader and could not help but think she was clueless. The sisters told the school girl that their father was a mechanic and they would take her home with them.
Nicky was reluctant to leave her jeep but was afraid of who else might stop. Of only she was not talking on her cell phone all day long she could have used that to call for help. Grabbing her day bag Nicky sat between the sisters as they drove away.
Nicky rambled on nervously telling her new friends about her trip. Trish was smiling as she looked over this little sweetie. Sam just had to know…with a quick poke in Nicky’s side she had her answer. Nicky shrieked when Sam poked her. Turning her head to look at Sam exposed her other side and Trish quickly poked her right side.
“Hey…what gives…?”
Nicky told her friends that she was extremely ticklish. Not one to hold anything back she told them how ticklish her entire body was. The two sisters were happy to hear that.
“I hate getting tickled, I am so ticklish…You have no idea!”
Once they pulled into the small house in the middle of no where they went inside. Nicky was disappointed to learn that their mother and father worked over night and she was going to have to wait till mourning for their father to look at her jeep. Deciding to make the best of it she kicked off her shoes and followed the sisters into the kitchen where they made some sandwiches.
Nicky was having fun at first talking with her new friends. The sisters quickly annoyed Nicky with their quick tickles they were sneaking in. A poke in her ribs, a pinch of her stomach, fumbling fingers on her knees all were causing Nicky to feel uncomfortable.
Moving into the living room the girls all sat on the floor and began watching some MTV on the big screen. The exhausted Nicky sat Indian style as she took a deep breath and fell into a trance. Sam and Trish were looking out of the corner of their eyes at Nicky wondering where else she might be ticklish.
Both sisters were soon paying full attention of Nicky. Watching Nicky’s stomach rise and fall and then they both looked at each other when they saw her nylon toes wiggle. Reading each others minds they allowed their fingers to inch towards the tired Nicky’s feet. Nicky closed her eyes to rest them and she felt so calm as she rested.
“HEEEHAAHEEHAAA…STOOOPPP…” cried out Nicky as she felt the fingers sliding along her feet.
Sam and Trish used their free hands to keep Nicky’s slapping hands away as they wiggled their fingers along her ticklish soles. Nicky was trying to protect her feet with her hands but she was outnumbered. Unable to take the tickling Nicky fell onto her back and went to kick her way out of her tickling jam.
Sam wrapped her arms around Nicky’s ankle placing her left ankle in an arm lock. Trish followed her big sisters lead both sisters struggled to hold onto the kicking Nicky as they tickled her soles. After a few long seconds Sam new she was not going to be able to tickle her feet like this. Sam moved like a pro wrestler as she pulled on Nicky’s ankle and turned the laughing girl onto her stomach.
Trish was breathing heavy now as she watched Nicky get turned and in a weak position to fight from. Trish sat on Nicky’s right leg and lay with her stomach holding Nicky’s lower leg to the floor. Using her right arm to hold Nicky’s ankle in a lock she used her left fingers to trickle down her foot. Watching her toes curl and spread then wiggle quickly Trish was feeling a burning inside her that she has always wanted to let out. Feeling Nicky’s leg bouncing into her she felt her body getting fully energized.
In a very excited voice Trish called out to her ticklish friend…”Such ticklish feet you have! I don’t think I can stop tickling them, what about you Sammy?”
Sam took the same position as Trish and was also causing Nicky to laugh uncontrollably with her fingers tickling her feet. It amazed her how her slow moving fingers running along her smooth soles could cause so much torture to someone. This was what Sam loved…Tickling another pretty girl into pure torturous laughter.
Nicky was pounding her fists into the floor as she cried out for them to stop. Unable to move her legs with the sisters using their bodies to hold her down all she could do was laugh and plead with them to stop.
“Pleeaassseee….heehaaheehaaheehaaheehaaheehaaheehahahahhahahhahahahahahahahahahhahahhahahhahahehhehehehhehehehheeeehhhe…Sttoooooopppppp…heehaaheehaahererhahhahahahahaa…AWWWWWWWW….NOOOOOOO….”
Sam replied so calmly to the request from Nicky.
“Stop what Nicky…what would you like us to stop doing?”
Nicky was to busy sucking in air between laughs to answer at the moment. It was just maddening feeling her feet getting tickled with out being able to do anything about it. As the tears formed in her eyes from her gut wrenching laughter Nicky screamed out...
“Tickling….”
“What about tickling?” asked Sam again in a perfectly calm voice?
“HEEHAAHHEEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHE”
“Do you think she is trying to tell us she thinks we are bad ticklers? Asked Trish as she began drawing long lazy circles on Nicky’s nylon feet.
“I think she is possibly trying to ask us to tickle her faster my dear sister.”
Nicky was growing desperate as she tried to reach behind her back to try and push them off of her. Feeling Sam’s foot she tried to grab a hold of her toes. With a weak attempt to twist Sam’s toes she was not able to prevent her from tickling her feet.
Sam laughed at the attempt to try and attack her. She did like the fight that she showed though. Pulling her foot away from Nicky she brought her foot back and her toes found Nicky’s hand on the floor. Pressing down with her foot she pinned Nicky’s hand to the floor keeping her from trying to twist her toes again.
Sam and Trish were moving their fingers all over Nicky’s ticklish feet drawing more laughter as they went. Both sisters had to hold on tight as Nicky tried to pull and kick her feet. They felt Nicky trying to roll and squirm but between the two of them they easily controlled her movements.
“STTOOOPPPPPP…PLLL…HEEHEEHEEHEEHEHHEHEHE…PLLLLEEEEEAAAAASSSEEEEEEEEEEEE…..HEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEEHHHEEEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEH”
Sam once again asked in a calm voice…
“Stop what Nicky?
Trish was getting a wet spot between her legs now. She so wanted this to be a private moment but what could she do. Using her pinky finger she scratched at Nicky’s heel and was delighted to feel and hear Nicky respond with more laughter and desperate attempts to kick her foot free from the sadistic tickling of Trish.
“STOP THE TICKLING” Nicky managed to scream out before drifting back into her tickle hell.
“All you had to do was ask silly girl” explained Sam.
The sisters stopped tickling Nicky and rolled off of Nicky turning their heads to face her so they could watch the pretty girl recover from what they put her through.
Nicky was still wiggling about as she caught her breath. Standing up she ran with a wobble to the bathroom where she emptied her bladder just in the nick of time.
Feeling scarred Nicky was thinking about leaving before she was tickled again. Coming back into the living room she found both girl coming to her and escorting her to the recliner. They sat her down and Sam began rubbing her shoulders as she apologized. Trish sat at her feet and rubbed her feet hard so she would not tickle her. Nicky found their soothing hands were just what she needed.
After awhile Sam showed Nicky to the guest room. With a hug goodnight Nicky collapsed onto the bed. She lay on the covers to exhausted to move under their protective material. Soon she was fast asleep with the hope of getting underway the next day.
Trish retreated to her room so she could have some privacy as she acted out her fantasy in the privacy of her room. Thinking about tickling Nicky’s perfect little body and forcing her to enjoy it would be orgasmic.
Sam was pacing in the hallway trying to talk herself out of tickle torturing the sweet and innocent catholic school girl sleeping the guestroom. All of her life she has been tickling girls and loved watching them go insane as she tickled them. Now there was one of the most ticklish girls she has ever seen just beyond the door.
With a trembling body full of adrenalin Sam slowly turned the handle on the bedroom door. Peeping her head into the dark room Sam found Nicky snoring in the middle of the big Victorian bed. Tip toeing into the room Sam turned and closed the door making sure to lock it before turning her attention back on Nicky.
Nicky was spread out comfortably sleeping off her long day. Sam stood at the end of the bed watching the sexy Nicky sleeping. Butterflies were moving throughout Sam’s body as she watched the school girl sleeping and having no idea she was being watched.
Sam moved silently to the closet where she retrieved her naughty bag. Barely able to control her emotions Sam moved to the top of the bed and put her back down. Pulling two pairs of her fuzzy handcuffs Sam was ready to get to work on living out her fantasy.
Reaching for Nicky’s hand Sam felt her heart beating quicker as she lifted Nicky’s hand toward the corner of the bed. Sam slowly lifted her arm above her head and used the cuffs to attach her wrist to the bed post. Nicky rolled over and tucked her free hand under her head. Sam took a deep breath to try and calm her self down as she moved to the other side of the bed.
Kneeling on the edge of the bed Sam reached over her sleeping beauty and pulled on Nicky’s arm trying to get her to roll over onto her back again. With a delicate touch Sam managed to roll Nicky onto her back. With another pull Sam locked Nicky’s last free arm to the bedpost. Sam let out a big sigh of relieve now that she had Nicky’s wrists secured with out waking her.
Grinning from ear to ear Sam confidently walked to the bottom of the bed where she was going to use ankle cuffs to keep her ankles tied to the bed posts. Holding her nylon feet Sam held her foot up in the air and admired her foot before locking her ankle to the bedpost. Looking again at Nicky’s white shirt and her skirt and nylons Sam took a kneeling position over Nicky’s stomach.
Using her finger she tickled the tip of Nicky’s nose. The young school girl shook her head at the tickling touch but did not wake up. Again Sam played with Nicky’s little nose and once again Nicky shook her head but did not wake. This time am flicked her fingers over and around Nicky’s ear lobes. This drew a giggle from Nicky but was not enough to wake her. Sam sat back in amazement that Nicky did not wake to the tickling touch.
Sam leaned in close to Nicky and blew into her sleeping face. Nicky made a few sounds and she moved her head to the right. With another long blow into Nicky’s face her eyes finally opened blinking quickly to clear her eyes from her short deep sleep.
As Nicky’s senses were awakening she instinctively pulled on her hands to rub her face but with a few pulls grew alarmed. It was suddenly dawning on Nicky that she was in trouble. Wide opened eyes looked up at Sam as she tried to pull her ankles free. Spread eagle and exposed to the tickling Sam left Nicky feeling threatened.
With a hard swallow the soft spoken Nicky asked…
“What…Why…Am I tied down?
What’s going on?
What are you going to do to me?”
Sam enjoyed the terror in Nicky’s voice. Deciding to give Nicky another second of panic Sam waited before replying.
“What do you think I am going to do to you?”
As Sam ran her finger along Nicky’s face Nicky shivered as she spoke.
“Please don’t tickle me!
Where is your sister?
Sam smiled down at the scared school girl and replied in a whisper.
“Shhh…don’t waste your energy, it’s going to be a long night. And as for my sister, well, she is probably listening right now and is eagerly waiting for your ticklish laughter to fill the house.
Now be a strong girl and shut up”
Sam was straddling Nicky and she reached up to test her armpits. With a few quick tickles Nicky was shifting and giggling but not laughing hard.
“That’s it…try and fight it!”
Sam kept wiggling her fingers faster along Nicky’s soft underarms watching Nicky bite her lip and close her eyes as she tried her best to not laugh.
Circling her fingers Sam was not letting up and even managed to get a few body jerks from Nicky. Sliding her tickling fingers down to Nicky’s ribs she began spider walking along her ribs which left Nicky rolling her eyes and giggling even more.
Laugh for me Nicky…its okay to let it out. I am going to make you laugh at some point you know. Just a little laugh foe me…come on Nicky…I know you want to.”
Spider walking up and down her tender ribs left Nicky giggling steadily. With Sam’s fingers moving behind her back and running across Nicky’s stomach Sam felt Nicky’s body get tight. Walking her fingers over her ticklish tummy was proving difficult for Nicky to stay silent. Then Sam began squeezing Nicky’s sides and Nicky lost it.
“HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHH”
Sam nodded and intensified her tickling. Feeling Nicky’s skin in her fingers she pushed in and squeezed quickly sending the laughter pouring from Nicky’s wide opened mouth. This just made Sam want to tickle Nicky longer and harder. The high squeal scream that came from Nicky left Sam laughing in delight.
“You must be warm in your clothes, let’s get you a little more comfy shall we my ticklish friend”?
Sam fumbled with the buttons on Nicky’s shirt. Popping one button at a time Sam moved from the bottom up until every button was removed. Looking down at Nicky’s perfect and flawless naked top Sam was longing to tickle ever inch.
Sam stretched out her legs so her toes were able to wiggle freely in Nicky’s armpits. As her toes made contact with Nicky’s skin Nicky began laughing out loud. Slowly Sam moved her toes along Nicky’s ticklish skin making sure to circle the spots that made Nicky laugh the most.
Using her fingers Sam dug into Nicky’s opened sides. With every squeeze Nicky’s body surged upwards sending her hips bucking for the sky. Sam was rising and falling as Nicky bucked wildly trying to escape the tickling torment she was now enduring.
Moving her fingers to slither along Nicky’s stomach Sam had her ticklish school girl laughing like a crazy women. Nicky would try and pull free one second and then fall back into the bed and laugh like crazy for a few minutes before she would try to escape again.
Sam was purposely slowing her tickling attack so Nicky could get some strength back. When Sam felt Nicky pulling on the cuffs to try and get free Sam would go all out again and keep tickling Nicky till she had her gasping for air before slowing down again.
“Pleeaassseee…sttttooopppppp…hhehehehehehehehehehhehehahhaaaahahahahahaahhhaaahahahaheeheeeheeheeeheeheeheehehehehee…HELLLPPPPPPP!!!!”
“Make me stop Nicky!
What are you going to do about me tickling you?
You are so much fun to watch…just try and not wet the bed though okay Nicky.”
Sam was wiggling her plump toes deep in Nicky’s armpits and her fingers on her left hand were drawing long lazy circles on her stomach. Sam used her index finger on her right hand to tickle the inside of Nicky’s navel. With the ten tickling toes and dancing fingers Nicky was shaking and laughing so hard Sam wondered if the bed was going to collapse.
Turning her attention to Nicky’s waist line Sam inched back so she was sitting between Nicky’s legs just below her vagina. Reaching out with her long legs Sam managed to dance her slender toes along Nicky’s ribs. With her fingers poking the ticklish stomach Sam had her tickle victim going bonkers.
Nicky was swinging from right to left trying to move away from Sam’s tickling toes. Feeling the toes brushing against her had her going insane. Then the probing fingers began exploring her ticklish stomach leaving poor Nicky bouncing like a basketball getting dribbled.
Frantic screams of laughter mixed with relentless pulling and kicking fits of laughter was leaving Nicky fatigued. Sweat was pouring down her red face and her howling laughter was proving to be funny and amusing for Sam.
Outside the bedroom door Trish had her ear on the door listening to the sound coming from inside the room. Hearing Nicky’s girlish laughter and her pleading words left her wobbly and wanting to get into the room.
“HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEEHAAAHRHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHHAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAH
Stttoooo…hehehehehehehehehehehe…pppp….hgeeheeehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehhehehehehehehehhehehe…HELP!!!!”
“Don’t be so quick to give in Nicky. This is nothing yet! Wait till I get to your ticklish little feet Nicky. Do you have ticklish feet Nicky…Listen to that laughter-Don’t you ever get tired of laughing?”
Moving her toes she positioned them on Nicky’s sides and went from poking her sides to pressing her toes into her sides and wiggling her toes. Circling Nicky’s stomach had reduced her to a laughing mess. With her finger diving into Nicky’s navel the room filled with more screams before the finger was removed. Once the laughter calmed down the finger dove back into her navel which had the laughter bouncing off the walls once again.
Standing up Sam moved and picked up a glass of water which was left out. Sam sat beside Nicky and petted her head wiping away her sweat and brushing back her hair which was dangling in her face. Once Nicky could breathe again Sam held the glass to her lips and Nicky sucked down the glass.
“Please Sammy…let me go! I can’t take it anymore! Please!!!! Cried Nicky.
Sam placed the empty glass on the floor and stood stretching as she listened to Nicky beg.
“Nicky-I don’t like being called Sammy. And as for me stop tickling you, honey…we still have a lot of time left together tonight. Now tell me, how ticklish are those feet of yours?”
Sam took a slow walk towards the end of the bed watching Nicky trying with all of her might to get free. The struggling Nicky looked at Sam walking towards her feet and screamed out in pure fright…
“NOT MY FEET…STAY AWAY FROM MY FEET YOU BITCH!”
“Now is that anyway to talk to me? Such a nasty word for a catholic school girl…my…my…what will your teachers think Nicky” scolded Sam.
Sam stood at the end of the bed facing Nicky’s left foot. With her fingers inches away from Nicky’s foot Sam moved towards the foot and then backed away. Nicky was laughing as she anticipated the foot tickling and it took a few minutes to realize Sam was not tickling her. Nicky’s feet were so ticklish even an attempt to tickle her feet sent brain waves flooding her brain.
Sam kept pouncing towards Nicky’s foot and backing away frustrating Nicky. With a lone finger Sam reached out and ran her finger up along Nicky’s heel to her toes sending Nicky into convulsions.
“WOW…one finger on your foot can do that?
This is going to be torture for you little Nicky.”
Sam used her index finger to run up and down Nicky’s foot. Feeling her foot getting tickled put Nicky into hyper ticklish mode. It just drove Nicky nutty feeling her feet getting tickled. Feeling the finger moving along her foot at such a slow pace made it unbearable. The finger was touching her hyper ticklish feet and it was maddening.
Then Sam placed all ten fingers on Nicky’s foot and tapped her fingers as she waited for Nicky’s brain to figure out what was about to happen next. Nicky looked into Sam’s eyes and squinted to see through her tears. Sam coldly looked back and smiled before sending all ten fingers to stroke and wiggle along her foot.
“HEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEEHHEE
CAAAA…hehehehehehheehe…Can’t…heeheeheeheeeheee…take…heeheeheeheeheeheehehehe…it…heeheeheeheheeheeheehee”
“Listen to me Nicky…you have some really ticklish feet. Look at me…that a girl. How long have you ever been tickled before sweet adorable school girl?”
After Sam was done with the light tickling she went all out. All ten fingers were scraping along Nicky’s sole. Nicky’s toes were crunched down but that didn’t stop Sam from tickling her sole. With all ten fingers running freely up and down her sole Nicky thought she would explode from laughing so hard.
Sam used one hand to pin back Nicky’s toes and she was attacking her sole once again. Sam had to use a lot of force to hold back Nicky’s toes. Unable to crunch her toes Nicky felt her smooth sole getting tickled beyond any type of tickling she has ever encountered before in her life.
Sam found a spot in the middle of Nicky’s heel that seemed to leave Nicky jumping and cursing between breathes. Using a couple of fingers Sam scratched and tickled that spot for as long as she dared without having Nicky pass out.
Nicky’s feet were so smooth and every inch was ticklish. When Sam stopped the tickling Nicky sucked in air and tried to catch her breath. Unable to move or speak she just watched Sam cut away her nylons. Then Sam sat on Nicky’s left leg.
Ready for more Nicky? Asked Sam from the foot of the bed.
“Oh no…please Sam…I’ll do what ever you want!”
“What ever I want you said?”
“Yes…anything!”
“Then I choose to tickle you”
Sam attacked the right foot with a vengeance. Five fingers tickling the top of her foot and five tickling the bottom. Poor Nicky didn’t know which side tickled more. Wiggling her foot did not protect her ticklish foot. The tickling fingers never slowed and every inch of her foot was getting played with.
“Are you having as much fun as I am Nicky?
Nicky could only respond with grunts and laughter. Then Sam pulled on Nicky’s middle toe. Using her fingers to spread it apart from the others Sam began tickling the underside of the toe. This toe was so insanely ticklish Nicky did not know if she should scream, kick, or laugh.
Each toe was tickled individually and after each toe was tickled Sam stood and once again Nicky fought to catch her breath. Sam was digging through her back and when she found what she was looking for she stood and kept her hands behind her back.
“Your toes look like they could use some flossing.”
“Nicky looked puzzled but as Sam brought her hands in front of her she saw the floss. Sam pulled off a big long piece and took a seat. Placing the floss between Nicky’s toes Sam began sliding it back and forth.
“HEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEEHHEE
Nicky was so tired but still managed to buck in her bondage and laugh uncontrollably. The floss was getting between Nicky’s toes and tickling spots that never before were explored. Nicky’s head face was frozen as she laughed and shacked from the intense tickling.
Sam moved the floss from toe to toe and only moved to the next toe when Nicky’s laughter began to slow. Calling out “I am flossing your toes and you can thank me latter” as she tickled causing Nicky crying from her gut wrenching laughter.
Nicky was no longer capable of moving her body any longer. With muscle aches and a very fatigued body Nicky could only laugh as her body was tickled well past her limits.
Sam turned slowly and faced Nicky. Inching up the bed Sam sat on Nicky’s waist with her toes once again reaching into Nicky’s armpits. With her toes resting on Nicky’s pits and fingers on top of Nicky’s stomach Sam waited for Nicky to take a few deep breathes.
“How bad do you want me to stop?”
Nicky was to weak to speak and could only look at her tormentor with a sad face. Just then Sam let her toes and fingers do the talking for her and Nicky was again laughing as the ten toes and fingers went to work. The tickling intensified second by second sending Nicky into silent laughter quickly. Trying to scream Nicky’s mouth was wide open but nothing would come out. Nicky’s eyes were pleading with Sam to stop but Sam noticed this and said…
“What?
Had enough?
Just ask me to stop and I promise I will.
No…okay then…tickle tickle I will”
Nicky’s body went limb as she lost her battle and thankfully past out. Sam did not stop tickling till she noticed Nicky was no longer reacting to the tickling. Frowning Sam freed the sleeping Nicky and then went to take a long cold shower.
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The next mourning Nicky woke and rubbed her sore arms and legs. It took a few minutes to fully awake and Nicky was trying to figure out if last night really happened. Once out of bed Nicky was stunned to find her clothes were gone. The only outfit in the room was a bright pink bikini. Opening the door Nicky listened for someone but all she heard was voices talking in the kitchen.
Looking back at the bikini Nicky reluctantly put it on and went to find her clothes. With her bare feet slapping on the hardwood floor Nicky made her way to the kitchen. With her arms folded over her chest Nicky walked into the kitchen to find the sisters having breakfast. Also at the table was their mother. The mother seemed so young Nicky almost thought her to be a older sister.
All three women at the table stopped talking and gave Nicky a good long look up and down before the mother sat Nicky down and placed some food on her plate. Nicky slumped into her chair and was a little embarrassed being the only one so uncovered at the table. Both sisters were wearing sweat pants and tee-shirts.
Nicky watched the forty year old mother move about the kitchen wondering if she was also was a big tickle freak. Shoulder length dirty blond hair left her face and neck open to look at being pulled back. She had so much energy and her skin seemed so fresh and young.
After breakfast Nicky was pulled from the table and taken into the living room where she was shown a large photo album. Sam and Trish were being so soft spoken and nice Nicky wondered how Sam could have ever tickled her so hard the night before.
As Nicky flipped through the pages Trish massaged her shoulders and Sam pointed out the photos. Nicky heard the sound of a shower running and asked if she could go next and Sam said sure. Trish went to get the girls some juice and when she stood up Nicky fell onto her back leaving her knees raised.
Sam gently picked up Nicky’s feet and placed them flat on the floor. In a soft tone she spoke to Nicky.
“Did I over do it last night Nicky?”
Not sure what to say Nicky brushed it off and took deep breath to relax her body. Just letting her self go and clearing her mind she stayed flat on her back as she cleared the negative thoughts going through her mind.
Brought out of her trance when Sam pounced on her she looked up feeling stupid that she was in a vulnerable position once again. Sam was straddling her stomach pinning her arms above her head.
“Want to play a little game Nicky?” asked Sam.
Trish was straddling Nicky’s legs as her older sister directed her to. Nicky struggled but with the two sisters straddling her she was unable to budge. Feeling all nervous Nicky asked in a shaky voice…
“What kind of a game?”
“I thought you wanted to play”
Sam told Nicky that Trish was going to blow some raspberries on her stomach and if she could keep from laughing for five minutes they would stop. But if she laughed they would tickle her for five minutes.
Nicky took a deep breath and held it as Trish planted her soft lips on her stomach. Trish at first held her lips on Nicky’s soft stomach and took a little lick to taste her. Trish felt her palms getting sweaty as she felt Nicky’s stomach wiggle from her touch.
Trish started blowing on Nicky’s stomach and Nicky held in her laughter. Feeling the warm breath crossing her stomach was unsettling to Nicky. Then the raspberries started! Moving from one spot to the next Trish worked on the soft ticklish stomach.
Nicky’s eyes were rolling as she fought to keep in her laughter. Then the urge became too much and Nicky attempted to get away. Trying to pull her hands from out of Sam’s grasp proved to be a useless attempt.
“Where you going Nicky?”
Nicky just could not keep in the laughter that was building up and it came flowing out.
HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHA
HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHA
HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHA
“That’s it sis…keep on going!”
Nicky was trying with all of her might to buck of the tickling sisters but they were to strong for her. The fighting only seemed to make the sisters enjoy it more. Trish was going to town and was really getting Nicky to laugh and bounce around from her raspberry blowing.
“GIRL’S…GIRL’S!!! Try to keep it down!” Yelled the mother from behind them.
Nicky was thankful the tickling had stopped. Feeling her face turn a dull shade of red as the mother stood over her looking down at her under her daughters bodies Nicky just had to close her eyes.
Sam and Trish were telling their mother how ticklish Nicky was and the mother seemed to enjoy hearing about it. The mother looked down and then used her foot to wipe away some sweat falling from Nicky’s forehead.
“You do seem ticklish…mind if I have a go Nicky? Asked their mother.
Nicky was surprised to hear that question. With a blank look she stared at the mother.
“Honey don’t be so shy. Okay….unless you mind I will tickle those feet of yours a little.”
Nicky could not believe what was happening to her. Mrs. Johnson sat Indian style on Nicky’s lower legs and placed Nicky’s feet between her legs so she could hold her tiny feet still.
“Okay now girls…let’s see how ticklish she really is!”
Mrs. Johnson flicked her fingers in short quick strokes sideways and up and down. Tickling just below the heal Mrs. Johnson had a tickling touch which had a devastating effect on the young school girl.
Nicky was trying to pull her feet free but it could not be done. Trish had her legs locked around Nicky’s upper legs and was using her fingers to tickle her stomach. Sam held Nicky’s arms down and used her ass to keep Nicky from bouncing around.
“My you certainly do have some ticklish feet Nicky. I can’t believe you can take this torture.” Said Mrs. Johnson.
“Yea Mom, she can really take a lot before she asks us to stop.
Mrs. Johnson tickled those feet like an expert quickly reducing the school girl into tickling duress. With the help of her daughters Nicky was deep in silent laughter within a few minutes.
Then it was quickly over when Mrs. Johnson rose to her feet and went to sleep after working all night. The sisters let Nicky get up and turned on the TV. Nicky was happy to hear Sam was working over night. Nicky sat on the floor wondering if they would tickle her again. Nicky sat silent watching the tickling sisters before going to take her shower. Thinking of maybe walking into town Nicky remembered it was a long drive and there were no houses along the road to town.
Turning on the shower Nicky stood under the running water and let the water sooth her body and wash away the tickling feeling covering her body. The hot water felt so good and Nicky didn’t move from the shower for thirty minutes. When she finally emerged she toweled off and put her skimpy bikini on.
The sisters took Nicky to the local swimming pond where Sam went off to meet up with her friends. Nicky was reluctant to follow Sam and was thankful when Trish took her hand and took her off to what appeared to be a more secluded area.
Trish was apologizing for her sister. Nicky and Trish talked about life in a small town and the two seemed to hit it off. Nicky thought of Trish as a caring girl who had a lot in common with her. As they walked Nicky took turns hauling the big back pack that Trish had on her back. They talked the whole walk which took twenty minutes. They came to the top of a hill that looked out over the pond off in the distance.
The girls placed large beach towels down and fell to their stomachs after placing some sun tan lotion on each other. They continued their small talk and after an hour Nicky began getting tired and sleepy from her long night. Unable to fight off the sleep bug Nicky silently drifted off into a deep sleep.
Trish called out to Nicky and once she was sure she was a sleep opened her bag. Pulling out some scarves she pulled Nicky’s arms behind her back and tied a scarf tightly around her wrists. Next Trish closed Nicky’s legs and tied a few more scarf’s around her upper and lower legs. Then she tied her ankles together and even used a toe cuff to keep her big toes close together. Digging in her bag she pulled out a sleep mask and carefully placed it around Nicky’s eyes. Looking at her work she figured Nicky was completely immobile and could not see through the mask.
Trish made her self comfy and was sprawled out facing Nicky’s feet. Trish wrapped Nicky’s feet up in her left arm and used her right hand to tickle Nicky’s soft creamy soles. In a matter of seconds Nicky was jerking and then laughing. Trish kept her slow tickling pace up as Nicky tried to figure out what was happening. Moving ever so slowly along her ticklish feet Trish made sure Nicky was going to see just how skilful of a tickler she was.
Nicky was trying to bring her arms under her to get up and when she realized she was tied she freaked out. Then Nicky noticed she was blindfolded and when she thought about not being able to see where the tickling was coming from she really panicked.
“Trish! Trish!” Nicky called out.
When she got no answer she called out…
“Please no more!
Trish!
Please stop!
HELLO!
Stop it Please!”
Trish smiled as she listened to Nicky’s panic and angry calls. The slow maddening tickling went on. Giggling took over Nicky’s words and Trish moved from the heal and sole to under the toes. Trish watched Nicky’s feet try to pull apart with delight. Watching the toes flex wildly let her know how much tickle terror was in Nicky.
Trish’s silence was putting Nicky into another dimension. Was it Trish? How many people were tickling her? What was going on? Those thoughts filled the school girls mind.
Trish used her fingers to scrape Nicky’s feet from the toes to the heal. It reminded Trish of someone scraping their nails over a chalk boards. The loud squeals coming from Nicky were the sounds one would associate with that scenario.
Laughter filled the air as Nicky felt the never wavering tickling fingers moving slowly up and down her feet. Tracing her feet Trish was happy to hear her ticklish school girl laughing and vibrating to her tickling technique.
Nicky was gasping as she felt the slow slithering fingers crawling up her legs. Hovering at her ankles for awhile she soon felt the fingers running up her legs. Nicky was crying out for Trish to stop and in mid sentence Trish used both hands to tickle the backs of Nicky’s knees and Nicky lost it. Long streams of laugher over took Nicky as the slow tickling attacked her.
HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEEHAAHEEHAAHHAHA…AWWWW…HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAA…NOOOO…HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAA…STTT…HEEHEEHEEHEEE…OOOOOOPPPPPPP…HHEHEHEHEHHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHHEHHEHEHH
Tears were streaking down Nicky’s face as she suffered the slow tickling of Trish. Trish was lazily moving her fingers along Nicky’s hyper ticklish skin. The nonstop laughter coming from Nicky was placing Trish in a tickling zone. It seemed to Trish that Nicky was a big ticklish bowl of laughter. Watching her fingers move against Nicky’s soft skin put Trish in a trance. No matter where her fingers danced she was rewarded with pure ticklish laughter.
“Where will I tickle next…care to guess Nicky?
Such a ticklish little girl you are.
I bet you have never been tickled like this before have you Nicky?”
“Let me go…
HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHA
HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHA
HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHA
Pleaaaasseeeeeee…STOOOOPPPPPP….
HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHA
HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHA
HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHA
“Stop…WHAT! I don’t think so Nicky. God you are a silly one.”
Nicky shuddered hard when she felt the light touch of fingers run over her ass. Trish noticed that and began drawing wide circles over her ass cheeks. Bucking faster with every tickle Trish was impressed with her tickling.
Nicky was out of her mind with the all out tickling. The constant slow tickling pace was tickle torture. With the tickling of her ass Nicky was trying to wiggle her ass to counter the tickling but it just tired her out quicker. The sun added to her quick energy loss and all she could do at that point was laugh uncontrollable.
The sound of a distant horn honking brought the tickling to an end. Trish quickly freed Nicky who was unable to move. Once everything was packed up the two girls made a slow walk towards the pickup truck. Nicky followed Trish and was looking at the sweet looking girl wondering why she tickled her so bad.
The ride back to the house was a silent one. Once back at the house Mrs. Johnson told Nicky the jeep would be ready first thing in the mourning. Mrs. Johnson told the girls that they were going to build a bonfire and told Sam to call in to her job so they could all entertain their friend.
Dressed in her bikini Nicky went into the yard watching over her shoulder ready to run if someone tried to tickle her. They were all sitting on the ground in a little circle talking some girl talk. Nicky found out that Mrs. Johnson was divorced and her husband lived in town.
Mrs. Johnson was on her fourth beer when Sam started some trouble.
“Mom, Nicky here told us that you were a bad tickler.”
Mrs. Johnson looked at Nicky with a look of surprise and asked…
“Nicky…is that true?”
No Mrs. Johnson, you tickled me really well.”
“Of course she is going to say that with you in front of her Mom!” replied Sam with an evil look.
Mrs. Johnson and her daughters were all looking at the sexy little school girl as if she was a ticklish steak that they just had to have.
Nicky noticed Sam move closer and went to jump to her feet. Sam reached up and went to grab her shoulder but missed and as Nicky turned Sam caught her bikini top and tore it off. Nicky stood their stunned covering her breasts with her hands when Trish jumped to her feet yelling
“COOCHIE COOCHIE GOOO”
Nicky tripped over her feet and landed on her hands and knees and began crawling away. Feeling a hand grab each ankle and pull Nicky tried all the harder to crawl away from her tickling tormentors.
“Just where are you going to go dear” asked Mrs. Johnson?
“Please don’t tickle me…” Nicky said over her shoulder.
Mrs. Johnson gave a pull on Nicky’s ankles and she fell to the ground. Nicky went limp and when she felt the grip loosen on her ankles she kicked at Mrs. Johnson and went to get up again. Sam grabbed a hold of Nicky’s bikini bottoms and went to pull her up. As Sam pulled lifting Nicky up in the air a tearing noise was heard by all and mother and daughters were all laughing as Nicky’s last piece of clothing fell off.
My…you are a cute one I see” laughed Mrs. Johnson.
Nicky was on her back looking up at the three women starring down at her naked body. They were all laughing and staring with that hungry look at the same time. Nicky crawled backwards and stopped when Mrs. Johnson spoke to her.
“Stop right their young lady! Come here right now!”
Nicky froze and instinctively listened to the voice of an adult. Getting up and walking with her head down she stood in front of Mrs. Johnson.
“That’s a good girl…now get down on your back…NOW!”
“Yes Mrs. Johnson” replied a scared Nicky.
On her back she let out a whimper when Mrs. Johnson sat on her upper chest, squishing her breasts. Sam held Nicky’s arms above her head and Trish wrapped her legs around Nicky’s and sat on her waist.
“So…you girls want to see me tickle this one good?”
“Yea Ma…get her good” the girls agreed.
“I haven’t tickled someone like this for a long time girls”.
“Please Mrs. Johnson…don’t tickle me” pleaded Nicky.
It was too late. With a swig on her beer Mrs. Johnson tore into the armpits of the school girl. With swirling fingers in Nicky’s armpits and long tickles up and down her arms Nicky was back in her tickle laughter.
“That’s it mom…tickle her good”.
“NO…heehaaheehaaheehaaheehaaa…Pleasseeeee….heehaaheehaaheehaaaheehaaaa…NOOOOOO…
“How adorable, listen to our school girl begging us for mercy girls”.
“What’s a matter you can’t take a little tickling” teased Sam.
Trish could not keep her self from tickling this hyper ticklish girl any longer. Reaching up Trish began her slow paced tickling on Nicky’s stomach. Writing her name she used Nicky’s entire stomach making sure every inch was tickled.
Sam replaced her hands with her knees to hold down Nicky’s arms and helped her mother tickle the armpits of ticklish Nicky. Noticing her daughter had Nicky’s upper body covered she turned around and dug into Nicky’s sides. With her fingers lightly poking and scratching at her sides Nicky was a babbling laughing girl.
With thirty tickling fingers Nicky was quickly turned into a mass of ticklish flesh. Unable to defend herself Nicky watched in horror as she was tickled into tickle hell.
All three ladies proved to be expert ticklers and Nicky was unable to fight them. With her head turning from side to side and tears running from her eyes Nicky was done for. With her body shaking as it got tickled all over she no longer controlled her bodily functions.
“MOM…she just peed!” screamed Trish with a voice filled with adrenaline and delight.
It was a short rest period for Nicky as the ticklers all stopped to take a look.
“That must be a little embarrassing yeah…don’t worry dear. I mean…we are good ticklers you know. Did it all come out Nicky?” Asked Mrs. Johnson assuring Nicky that it was okay.
Nicky was crying and wanted the tickling to stop.
“Okay girls…let’s move her so we don’t get any piss on us.”
Sam pulled on Nicky’s arms moving her a few feet away from the last spot. Rolling Nicky onto her stomach Mrs. Johnson once again sat Indian style with Nicky’s feet locked between her legs.
“If you can survive my foot tickling I will have a lot of respect for you Nicky” said Mrs. Johnson.
Sam sat on Nicky’s upper back facing towards her lower back so she could tickle her sides and ribs. Sam looked down at Nicky and said…
“Tickle tickle Nicky…I’m going to tickle my ticklish Nicky all night long”.
Trish continued her slow tickling on Nicky’s ticklish ass. Using all ten fingers Trish was able to cover her entire ass forcing some loud shrieks of ticklish laughter from Nicky.
Mrs. Johnson was busy and focus on tickling the soft and extremely ticklish feet. Tickling the sides of Nicky’s feet brought Nicky back to life and she was once again kicking and screaming.
“Your ticklish feet are sensitive to the touch. Tickle you here and you squirm, here you laugh, here you scream…you really have ticklish feet you poor thing.”
The Johnson family was having fun listening to Nicky laugh and scream. They just could not bring themselves to stop tickling the hyper ticklish girl. Even as Nicky’s body began to stop the struggling they tickled her relentlessly.
Nicky’s laughter was silent as she fought to stay awake. It proved to be a useless task as she soon was tickled well past her endurance level and blacked out.
Mrs. Johnson was disappointed that she only lasted a few hours. Calling it a night they carried the sleeping Nicky to the guest room and let her sleep.
The next mourning Nicky found her car in the yard. Not waiting to say goodbye she kept the blanket draped over her and jumped in her car. Speeding out of the yard Nicky drove as fast as she could. Once she arrived at the entrance to the highway she slammed on the breaks. Nicky was thinking that maybe she needed to teach the devil a lesson.
Thinking about a follow up story...what do you think?
I will be away for 3 weeks on vacation so I would write it when I get back.
anyway...enjoy the story
A Catholic Girls Vacation
Nicky was an only child who was spoiled by her over protective parents. Having grown up in all girls’ schools she felt like she had missed out on many things. There were many friends that the popular Nicky had growing up. It was a straight line that she walked and that was becoming a little boring for her. Yearning for some excitement she managed to talk her parents into letting her drive up the coast to Buffalo New York to visit her Aunt.
Saying goodbye on her finale day of school to her friends at Saint Gregory she jumped into her jeep and was ready for her journey. In such a hurry to leave she decided to change latter. Wearing her white dress shirt with the top buttons unbuttoned and her tiny skirt she was on her way. Itching her stockings and using her black shoes she managed to itch that spot above her ankle she laughed as she thought about her trip.
With her top down Nicky’s dark brown hair was flying all over as she sped down the highway. Singing her favorite song she was nodding her head to the beat. With her shoulders shaking to the beat she let the wind breeze through her hair as she drove.
Stopping for gas Nicky jumped from her jeep and pulled her long hair from her face. Walking with a skip in her step the young lady made her way into the store to use the bathroom. Once back in her jeep Nicky happily sped away towards her destination.
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In the middle of the Pennsylvania country side the weather was hot and most of the kids were playing in some of the local pounds to stay cool. Samantha or Sam for short was a twenty year old that was always looking for some fun. Sam was hanging out with her younger sister in the pond just of the throughway.
Sam was a soft spoken country girl with an evil side. You could always find Sam in either jean shorts or regular jeans. Most days she wore some sort of a white tee-shirt. At five foot five she looked so sweat and adorable if you didn’t know her. Light drown hair mixed with some bright blond streaks made Sam look like a pop rock stare. Her smile could suck you into her web where she would finish you off with her cute soft eyes.
Trish was Sam’s younger sister. Trish also had her fare share of victims. The nineteen year old had a fun and loving side. Adventure and pleasure drove this wild child. If not out with her friends Trish stayed inside her home with her boxers and tee-shirt on. The internet was her entertainment while at home. Sporting dirty blond hair she was just a little shorter then her sister. A strong breeze it seemed would knock her off her feet.
The two sisters were swimming and having some fun as the day began to come to an end. With the sun setting Sam dried off disappointed that she could not find any really ticklish girls to play with. Once they were toweled off they jumped into the pickup truck and made their way down the twisty dirt road.
They were listening to the radio when they noticed a jeep broken down on the side of the exit ramp. The always curious Sam and Trish decided to drive past and see who was stuck. They both felt their hearts quicken when they noticed the pretty young school girl sitting on her hood.
Nicky was so scared when she saw the pickup come to a slow stop in front of her. When she saw the two teens she quickly felt at ease. Throwing her arms up in the air and shrugging her shoulders as if to say help me please she prayed the girls would stop to help.
Sam asked what was wrong and Nicky laughed and said, “don’t really know…like it just stopped…like…totally dead or something you know”?
The sisters turned and looked at each other wondering if this girl was a cheerleader and could not help but think she was clueless. The sisters told the school girl that their father was a mechanic and they would take her home with them.
Nicky was reluctant to leave her jeep but was afraid of who else might stop. Of only she was not talking on her cell phone all day long she could have used that to call for help. Grabbing her day bag Nicky sat between the sisters as they drove away.
Nicky rambled on nervously telling her new friends about her trip. Trish was smiling as she looked over this little sweetie. Sam just had to know…with a quick poke in Nicky’s side she had her answer. Nicky shrieked when Sam poked her. Turning her head to look at Sam exposed her other side and Trish quickly poked her right side.
“Hey…what gives…?”
Nicky told her friends that she was extremely ticklish. Not one to hold anything back she told them how ticklish her entire body was. The two sisters were happy to hear that.
“I hate getting tickled, I am so ticklish…You have no idea!”
Once they pulled into the small house in the middle of no where they went inside. Nicky was disappointed to learn that their mother and father worked over night and she was going to have to wait till mourning for their father to look at her jeep. Deciding to make the best of it she kicked off her shoes and followed the sisters into the kitchen where they made some sandwiches.
Nicky was having fun at first talking with her new friends. The sisters quickly annoyed Nicky with their quick tickles they were sneaking in. A poke in her ribs, a pinch of her stomach, fumbling fingers on her knees all were causing Nicky to feel uncomfortable.
Moving into the living room the girls all sat on the floor and began watching some MTV on the big screen. The exhausted Nicky sat Indian style as she took a deep breath and fell into a trance. Sam and Trish were looking out of the corner of their eyes at Nicky wondering where else she might be ticklish.
Both sisters were soon paying full attention of Nicky. Watching Nicky’s stomach rise and fall and then they both looked at each other when they saw her nylon toes wiggle. Reading each others minds they allowed their fingers to inch towards the tired Nicky’s feet. Nicky closed her eyes to rest them and she felt so calm as she rested.
“HEEEHAAHEEHAAA…STOOOPPP…” cried out Nicky as she felt the fingers sliding along her feet.
Sam and Trish used their free hands to keep Nicky’s slapping hands away as they wiggled their fingers along her ticklish soles. Nicky was trying to protect her feet with her hands but she was outnumbered. Unable to take the tickling Nicky fell onto her back and went to kick her way out of her tickling jam.
Sam wrapped her arms around Nicky’s ankle placing her left ankle in an arm lock. Trish followed her big sisters lead both sisters struggled to hold onto the kicking Nicky as they tickled her soles. After a few long seconds Sam new she was not going to be able to tickle her feet like this. Sam moved like a pro wrestler as she pulled on Nicky’s ankle and turned the laughing girl onto her stomach.
Trish was breathing heavy now as she watched Nicky get turned and in a weak position to fight from. Trish sat on Nicky’s right leg and lay with her stomach holding Nicky’s lower leg to the floor. Using her right arm to hold Nicky’s ankle in a lock she used her left fingers to trickle down her foot. Watching her toes curl and spread then wiggle quickly Trish was feeling a burning inside her that she has always wanted to let out. Feeling Nicky’s leg bouncing into her she felt her body getting fully energized.
In a very excited voice Trish called out to her ticklish friend…”Such ticklish feet you have! I don’t think I can stop tickling them, what about you Sammy?”
Sam took the same position as Trish and was also causing Nicky to laugh uncontrollably with her fingers tickling her feet. It amazed her how her slow moving fingers running along her smooth soles could cause so much torture to someone. This was what Sam loved…Tickling another pretty girl into pure torturous laughter.
Nicky was pounding her fists into the floor as she cried out for them to stop. Unable to move her legs with the sisters using their bodies to hold her down all she could do was laugh and plead with them to stop.
“Pleeaassseee….heehaaheehaaheehaaheehaaheehaaheehahahahhahahhahahahahahahahahahhahahhahahhahahehhehehehhehehehheeeehhhe…Sttoooooopppppp…heehaaheehaahererhahhahahahahaa…AWWWWWWWW….NOOOOOOO….”
Sam replied so calmly to the request from Nicky.
“Stop what Nicky…what would you like us to stop doing?”
Nicky was to busy sucking in air between laughs to answer at the moment. It was just maddening feeling her feet getting tickled with out being able to do anything about it. As the tears formed in her eyes from her gut wrenching laughter Nicky screamed out...
“Tickling….”
“What about tickling?” asked Sam again in a perfectly calm voice?
“HEEHAAHHEEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHE”
“Do you think she is trying to tell us she thinks we are bad ticklers? Asked Trish as she began drawing long lazy circles on Nicky’s nylon feet.
“I think she is possibly trying to ask us to tickle her faster my dear sister.”
Nicky was growing desperate as she tried to reach behind her back to try and push them off of her. Feeling Sam’s foot she tried to grab a hold of her toes. With a weak attempt to twist Sam’s toes she was not able to prevent her from tickling her feet.
Sam laughed at the attempt to try and attack her. She did like the fight that she showed though. Pulling her foot away from Nicky she brought her foot back and her toes found Nicky’s hand on the floor. Pressing down with her foot she pinned Nicky’s hand to the floor keeping her from trying to twist her toes again.
Sam and Trish were moving their fingers all over Nicky’s ticklish feet drawing more laughter as they went. Both sisters had to hold on tight as Nicky tried to pull and kick her feet. They felt Nicky trying to roll and squirm but between the two of them they easily controlled her movements.
“STTOOOPPPPPP…PLLL…HEEHEEHEEHEEHEHHEHEHE…PLLLLEEEEEAAAAASSSEEEEEEEEEEEE…..HEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEEHHHEEEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEH”
Sam once again asked in a calm voice…
“Stop what Nicky?
Trish was getting a wet spot between her legs now. She so wanted this to be a private moment but what could she do. Using her pinky finger she scratched at Nicky’s heel and was delighted to feel and hear Nicky respond with more laughter and desperate attempts to kick her foot free from the sadistic tickling of Trish.
“STOP THE TICKLING” Nicky managed to scream out before drifting back into her tickle hell.
“All you had to do was ask silly girl” explained Sam.
The sisters stopped tickling Nicky and rolled off of Nicky turning their heads to face her so they could watch the pretty girl recover from what they put her through.
Nicky was still wiggling about as she caught her breath. Standing up she ran with a wobble to the bathroom where she emptied her bladder just in the nick of time.
Feeling scarred Nicky was thinking about leaving before she was tickled again. Coming back into the living room she found both girl coming to her and escorting her to the recliner. They sat her down and Sam began rubbing her shoulders as she apologized. Trish sat at her feet and rubbed her feet hard so she would not tickle her. Nicky found their soothing hands were just what she needed.
After awhile Sam showed Nicky to the guest room. With a hug goodnight Nicky collapsed onto the bed. She lay on the covers to exhausted to move under their protective material. Soon she was fast asleep with the hope of getting underway the next day.
Trish retreated to her room so she could have some privacy as she acted out her fantasy in the privacy of her room. Thinking about tickling Nicky’s perfect little body and forcing her to enjoy it would be orgasmic.
Sam was pacing in the hallway trying to talk herself out of tickle torturing the sweet and innocent catholic school girl sleeping the guestroom. All of her life she has been tickling girls and loved watching them go insane as she tickled them. Now there was one of the most ticklish girls she has ever seen just beyond the door.
With a trembling body full of adrenalin Sam slowly turned the handle on the bedroom door. Peeping her head into the dark room Sam found Nicky snoring in the middle of the big Victorian bed. Tip toeing into the room Sam turned and closed the door making sure to lock it before turning her attention back on Nicky.
Nicky was spread out comfortably sleeping off her long day. Sam stood at the end of the bed watching the sexy Nicky sleeping. Butterflies were moving throughout Sam’s body as she watched the school girl sleeping and having no idea she was being watched.
Sam moved silently to the closet where she retrieved her naughty bag. Barely able to control her emotions Sam moved to the top of the bed and put her back down. Pulling two pairs of her fuzzy handcuffs Sam was ready to get to work on living out her fantasy.
Reaching for Nicky’s hand Sam felt her heart beating quicker as she lifted Nicky’s hand toward the corner of the bed. Sam slowly lifted her arm above her head and used the cuffs to attach her wrist to the bed post. Nicky rolled over and tucked her free hand under her head. Sam took a deep breath to try and calm her self down as she moved to the other side of the bed.
Kneeling on the edge of the bed Sam reached over her sleeping beauty and pulled on Nicky’s arm trying to get her to roll over onto her back again. With a delicate touch Sam managed to roll Nicky onto her back. With another pull Sam locked Nicky’s last free arm to the bedpost. Sam let out a big sigh of relieve now that she had Nicky’s wrists secured with out waking her.
Grinning from ear to ear Sam confidently walked to the bottom of the bed where she was going to use ankle cuffs to keep her ankles tied to the bed posts. Holding her nylon feet Sam held her foot up in the air and admired her foot before locking her ankle to the bedpost. Looking again at Nicky’s white shirt and her skirt and nylons Sam took a kneeling position over Nicky’s stomach.
Using her finger she tickled the tip of Nicky’s nose. The young school girl shook her head at the tickling touch but did not wake up. Again Sam played with Nicky’s little nose and once again Nicky shook her head but did not wake. This time am flicked her fingers over and around Nicky’s ear lobes. This drew a giggle from Nicky but was not enough to wake her. Sam sat back in amazement that Nicky did not wake to the tickling touch.
Sam leaned in close to Nicky and blew into her sleeping face. Nicky made a few sounds and she moved her head to the right. With another long blow into Nicky’s face her eyes finally opened blinking quickly to clear her eyes from her short deep sleep.
As Nicky’s senses were awakening she instinctively pulled on her hands to rub her face but with a few pulls grew alarmed. It was suddenly dawning on Nicky that she was in trouble. Wide opened eyes looked up at Sam as she tried to pull her ankles free. Spread eagle and exposed to the tickling Sam left Nicky feeling threatened.
With a hard swallow the soft spoken Nicky asked…
“What…Why…Am I tied down?
What’s going on?
What are you going to do to me?”
Sam enjoyed the terror in Nicky’s voice. Deciding to give Nicky another second of panic Sam waited before replying.
“What do you think I am going to do to you?”
As Sam ran her finger along Nicky’s face Nicky shivered as she spoke.
“Please don’t tickle me!
Where is your sister?
Sam smiled down at the scared school girl and replied in a whisper.
“Shhh…don’t waste your energy, it’s going to be a long night. And as for my sister, well, she is probably listening right now and is eagerly waiting for your ticklish laughter to fill the house.
Now be a strong girl and shut up”
Sam was straddling Nicky and she reached up to test her armpits. With a few quick tickles Nicky was shifting and giggling but not laughing hard.
“That’s it…try and fight it!”
Sam kept wiggling her fingers faster along Nicky’s soft underarms watching Nicky bite her lip and close her eyes as she tried her best to not laugh.
Circling her fingers Sam was not letting up and even managed to get a few body jerks from Nicky. Sliding her tickling fingers down to Nicky’s ribs she began spider walking along her ribs which left Nicky rolling her eyes and giggling even more.
Laugh for me Nicky…its okay to let it out. I am going to make you laugh at some point you know. Just a little laugh foe me…come on Nicky…I know you want to.”
Spider walking up and down her tender ribs left Nicky giggling steadily. With Sam’s fingers moving behind her back and running across Nicky’s stomach Sam felt Nicky’s body get tight. Walking her fingers over her ticklish tummy was proving difficult for Nicky to stay silent. Then Sam began squeezing Nicky’s sides and Nicky lost it.
“HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHH”
Sam nodded and intensified her tickling. Feeling Nicky’s skin in her fingers she pushed in and squeezed quickly sending the laughter pouring from Nicky’s wide opened mouth. This just made Sam want to tickle Nicky longer and harder. The high squeal scream that came from Nicky left Sam laughing in delight.
“You must be warm in your clothes, let’s get you a little more comfy shall we my ticklish friend”?
Sam fumbled with the buttons on Nicky’s shirt. Popping one button at a time Sam moved from the bottom up until every button was removed. Looking down at Nicky’s perfect and flawless naked top Sam was longing to tickle ever inch.
Sam stretched out her legs so her toes were able to wiggle freely in Nicky’s armpits. As her toes made contact with Nicky’s skin Nicky began laughing out loud. Slowly Sam moved her toes along Nicky’s ticklish skin making sure to circle the spots that made Nicky laugh the most.
Using her fingers Sam dug into Nicky’s opened sides. With every squeeze Nicky’s body surged upwards sending her hips bucking for the sky. Sam was rising and falling as Nicky bucked wildly trying to escape the tickling torment she was now enduring.
Moving her fingers to slither along Nicky’s stomach Sam had her ticklish school girl laughing like a crazy women. Nicky would try and pull free one second and then fall back into the bed and laugh like crazy for a few minutes before she would try to escape again.
Sam was purposely slowing her tickling attack so Nicky could get some strength back. When Sam felt Nicky pulling on the cuffs to try and get free Sam would go all out again and keep tickling Nicky till she had her gasping for air before slowing down again.
“Pleeaassseee…sttttooopppppp…hhehehehehehehehehehhehehahhaaaahahahahahaahhhaaahahahaheeheeeheeheeeheeheeheehehehehee…HELLLPPPPPPP!!!!”
“Make me stop Nicky!
What are you going to do about me tickling you?
You are so much fun to watch…just try and not wet the bed though okay Nicky.”
Sam was wiggling her plump toes deep in Nicky’s armpits and her fingers on her left hand were drawing long lazy circles on her stomach. Sam used her index finger on her right hand to tickle the inside of Nicky’s navel. With the ten tickling toes and dancing fingers Nicky was shaking and laughing so hard Sam wondered if the bed was going to collapse.
Turning her attention to Nicky’s waist line Sam inched back so she was sitting between Nicky’s legs just below her vagina. Reaching out with her long legs Sam managed to dance her slender toes along Nicky’s ribs. With her fingers poking the ticklish stomach Sam had her tickle victim going bonkers.
Nicky was swinging from right to left trying to move away from Sam’s tickling toes. Feeling the toes brushing against her had her going insane. Then the probing fingers began exploring her ticklish stomach leaving poor Nicky bouncing like a basketball getting dribbled.
Frantic screams of laughter mixed with relentless pulling and kicking fits of laughter was leaving Nicky fatigued. Sweat was pouring down her red face and her howling laughter was proving to be funny and amusing for Sam.
Outside the bedroom door Trish had her ear on the door listening to the sound coming from inside the room. Hearing Nicky’s girlish laughter and her pleading words left her wobbly and wanting to get into the room.
“HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEEHAAAHRHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHHAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAH
Stttoooo…hehehehehehehehehehehe…pppp….hgeeheeehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehhehehehehehehehhehehe…HELP!!!!”
“Don’t be so quick to give in Nicky. This is nothing yet! Wait till I get to your ticklish little feet Nicky. Do you have ticklish feet Nicky…Listen to that laughter-Don’t you ever get tired of laughing?”
Moving her toes she positioned them on Nicky’s sides and went from poking her sides to pressing her toes into her sides and wiggling her toes. Circling Nicky’s stomach had reduced her to a laughing mess. With her finger diving into Nicky’s navel the room filled with more screams before the finger was removed. Once the laughter calmed down the finger dove back into her navel which had the laughter bouncing off the walls once again.
Standing up Sam moved and picked up a glass of water which was left out. Sam sat beside Nicky and petted her head wiping away her sweat and brushing back her hair which was dangling in her face. Once Nicky could breathe again Sam held the glass to her lips and Nicky sucked down the glass.
“Please Sammy…let me go! I can’t take it anymore! Please!!!! Cried Nicky.
Sam placed the empty glass on the floor and stood stretching as she listened to Nicky beg.
“Nicky-I don’t like being called Sammy. And as for me stop tickling you, honey…we still have a lot of time left together tonight. Now tell me, how ticklish are those feet of yours?”
Sam took a slow walk towards the end of the bed watching Nicky trying with all of her might to get free. The struggling Nicky looked at Sam walking towards her feet and screamed out in pure fright…
“NOT MY FEET…STAY AWAY FROM MY FEET YOU BITCH!”
“Now is that anyway to talk to me? Such a nasty word for a catholic school girl…my…my…what will your teachers think Nicky” scolded Sam.
Sam stood at the end of the bed facing Nicky’s left foot. With her fingers inches away from Nicky’s foot Sam moved towards the foot and then backed away. Nicky was laughing as she anticipated the foot tickling and it took a few minutes to realize Sam was not tickling her. Nicky’s feet were so ticklish even an attempt to tickle her feet sent brain waves flooding her brain.
Sam kept pouncing towards Nicky’s foot and backing away frustrating Nicky. With a lone finger Sam reached out and ran her finger up along Nicky’s heel to her toes sending Nicky into convulsions.
“WOW…one finger on your foot can do that?
This is going to be torture for you little Nicky.”
Sam used her index finger to run up and down Nicky’s foot. Feeling her foot getting tickled put Nicky into hyper ticklish mode. It just drove Nicky nutty feeling her feet getting tickled. Feeling the finger moving along her foot at such a slow pace made it unbearable. The finger was touching her hyper ticklish feet and it was maddening.
Then Sam placed all ten fingers on Nicky’s foot and tapped her fingers as she waited for Nicky’s brain to figure out what was about to happen next. Nicky looked into Sam’s eyes and squinted to see through her tears. Sam coldly looked back and smiled before sending all ten fingers to stroke and wiggle along her foot.
“HEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEEHHEE
CAAAA…hehehehehehheehe…Can’t…heeheeheeheeeheee…take…heeheeheeheeheeheehehehe…it…heeheeheeheheeheeheehee”
“Listen to me Nicky…you have some really ticklish feet. Look at me…that a girl. How long have you ever been tickled before sweet adorable school girl?”
After Sam was done with the light tickling she went all out. All ten fingers were scraping along Nicky’s sole. Nicky’s toes were crunched down but that didn’t stop Sam from tickling her sole. With all ten fingers running freely up and down her sole Nicky thought she would explode from laughing so hard.
Sam used one hand to pin back Nicky’s toes and she was attacking her sole once again. Sam had to use a lot of force to hold back Nicky’s toes. Unable to crunch her toes Nicky felt her smooth sole getting tickled beyond any type of tickling she has ever encountered before in her life.
Sam found a spot in the middle of Nicky’s heel that seemed to leave Nicky jumping and cursing between breathes. Using a couple of fingers Sam scratched and tickled that spot for as long as she dared without having Nicky pass out.
Nicky’s feet were so smooth and every inch was ticklish. When Sam stopped the tickling Nicky sucked in air and tried to catch her breath. Unable to move or speak she just watched Sam cut away her nylons. Then Sam sat on Nicky’s left leg.
Ready for more Nicky? Asked Sam from the foot of the bed.
“Oh no…please Sam…I’ll do what ever you want!”
“What ever I want you said?”
“Yes…anything!”
“Then I choose to tickle you”
Sam attacked the right foot with a vengeance. Five fingers tickling the top of her foot and five tickling the bottom. Poor Nicky didn’t know which side tickled more. Wiggling her foot did not protect her ticklish foot. The tickling fingers never slowed and every inch of her foot was getting played with.
“Are you having as much fun as I am Nicky?
Nicky could only respond with grunts and laughter. Then Sam pulled on Nicky’s middle toe. Using her fingers to spread it apart from the others Sam began tickling the underside of the toe. This toe was so insanely ticklish Nicky did not know if she should scream, kick, or laugh.
Each toe was tickled individually and after each toe was tickled Sam stood and once again Nicky fought to catch her breath. Sam was digging through her back and when she found what she was looking for she stood and kept her hands behind her back.
“Your toes look like they could use some flossing.”
“Nicky looked puzzled but as Sam brought her hands in front of her she saw the floss. Sam pulled off a big long piece and took a seat. Placing the floss between Nicky’s toes Sam began sliding it back and forth.
“HEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEEHHEE
Nicky was so tired but still managed to buck in her bondage and laugh uncontrollably. The floss was getting between Nicky’s toes and tickling spots that never before were explored. Nicky’s head face was frozen as she laughed and shacked from the intense tickling.
Sam moved the floss from toe to toe and only moved to the next toe when Nicky’s laughter began to slow. Calling out “I am flossing your toes and you can thank me latter” as she tickled causing Nicky crying from her gut wrenching laughter.
Nicky was no longer capable of moving her body any longer. With muscle aches and a very fatigued body Nicky could only laugh as her body was tickled well past her limits.
Sam turned slowly and faced Nicky. Inching up the bed Sam sat on Nicky’s waist with her toes once again reaching into Nicky’s armpits. With her toes resting on Nicky’s pits and fingers on top of Nicky’s stomach Sam waited for Nicky to take a few deep breathes.
“How bad do you want me to stop?”
Nicky was to weak to speak and could only look at her tormentor with a sad face. Just then Sam let her toes and fingers do the talking for her and Nicky was again laughing as the ten toes and fingers went to work. The tickling intensified second by second sending Nicky into silent laughter quickly. Trying to scream Nicky’s mouth was wide open but nothing would come out. Nicky’s eyes were pleading with Sam to stop but Sam noticed this and said…
“What?
Had enough?
Just ask me to stop and I promise I will.
No…okay then…tickle tickle I will”
Nicky’s body went limb as she lost her battle and thankfully past out. Sam did not stop tickling till she noticed Nicky was no longer reacting to the tickling. Frowning Sam freed the sleeping Nicky and then went to take a long cold shower.
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The next mourning Nicky woke and rubbed her sore arms and legs. It took a few minutes to fully awake and Nicky was trying to figure out if last night really happened. Once out of bed Nicky was stunned to find her clothes were gone. The only outfit in the room was a bright pink bikini. Opening the door Nicky listened for someone but all she heard was voices talking in the kitchen.
Looking back at the bikini Nicky reluctantly put it on and went to find her clothes. With her bare feet slapping on the hardwood floor Nicky made her way to the kitchen. With her arms folded over her chest Nicky walked into the kitchen to find the sisters having breakfast. Also at the table was their mother. The mother seemed so young Nicky almost thought her to be a older sister.
All three women at the table stopped talking and gave Nicky a good long look up and down before the mother sat Nicky down and placed some food on her plate. Nicky slumped into her chair and was a little embarrassed being the only one so uncovered at the table. Both sisters were wearing sweat pants and tee-shirts.
Nicky watched the forty year old mother move about the kitchen wondering if she was also was a big tickle freak. Shoulder length dirty blond hair left her face and neck open to look at being pulled back. She had so much energy and her skin seemed so fresh and young.
After breakfast Nicky was pulled from the table and taken into the living room where she was shown a large photo album. Sam and Trish were being so soft spoken and nice Nicky wondered how Sam could have ever tickled her so hard the night before.
As Nicky flipped through the pages Trish massaged her shoulders and Sam pointed out the photos. Nicky heard the sound of a shower running and asked if she could go next and Sam said sure. Trish went to get the girls some juice and when she stood up Nicky fell onto her back leaving her knees raised.
Sam gently picked up Nicky’s feet and placed them flat on the floor. In a soft tone she spoke to Nicky.
“Did I over do it last night Nicky?”
Not sure what to say Nicky brushed it off and took deep breath to relax her body. Just letting her self go and clearing her mind she stayed flat on her back as she cleared the negative thoughts going through her mind.
Brought out of her trance when Sam pounced on her she looked up feeling stupid that she was in a vulnerable position once again. Sam was straddling her stomach pinning her arms above her head.
“Want to play a little game Nicky?” asked Sam.
Trish was straddling Nicky’s legs as her older sister directed her to. Nicky struggled but with the two sisters straddling her she was unable to budge. Feeling all nervous Nicky asked in a shaky voice…
“What kind of a game?”
“I thought you wanted to play”
Sam told Nicky that Trish was going to blow some raspberries on her stomach and if she could keep from laughing for five minutes they would stop. But if she laughed they would tickle her for five minutes.
Nicky took a deep breath and held it as Trish planted her soft lips on her stomach. Trish at first held her lips on Nicky’s soft stomach and took a little lick to taste her. Trish felt her palms getting sweaty as she felt Nicky’s stomach wiggle from her touch.
Trish started blowing on Nicky’s stomach and Nicky held in her laughter. Feeling the warm breath crossing her stomach was unsettling to Nicky. Then the raspberries started! Moving from one spot to the next Trish worked on the soft ticklish stomach.
Nicky’s eyes were rolling as she fought to keep in her laughter. Then the urge became too much and Nicky attempted to get away. Trying to pull her hands from out of Sam’s grasp proved to be a useless attempt.
“Where you going Nicky?”
Nicky just could not keep in the laughter that was building up and it came flowing out.
HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHA
HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHA
HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHA
“That’s it sis…keep on going!”
Nicky was trying with all of her might to buck of the tickling sisters but they were to strong for her. The fighting only seemed to make the sisters enjoy it more. Trish was going to town and was really getting Nicky to laugh and bounce around from her raspberry blowing.
“GIRL’S…GIRL’S!!! Try to keep it down!” Yelled the mother from behind them.
Nicky was thankful the tickling had stopped. Feeling her face turn a dull shade of red as the mother stood over her looking down at her under her daughters bodies Nicky just had to close her eyes.
Sam and Trish were telling their mother how ticklish Nicky was and the mother seemed to enjoy hearing about it. The mother looked down and then used her foot to wipe away some sweat falling from Nicky’s forehead.
“You do seem ticklish…mind if I have a go Nicky? Asked their mother.
Nicky was surprised to hear that question. With a blank look she stared at the mother.
“Honey don’t be so shy. Okay….unless you mind I will tickle those feet of yours a little.”
Nicky could not believe what was happening to her. Mrs. Johnson sat Indian style on Nicky’s lower legs and placed Nicky’s feet between her legs so she could hold her tiny feet still.
“Okay now girls…let’s see how ticklish she really is!”
Mrs. Johnson flicked her fingers in short quick strokes sideways and up and down. Tickling just below the heal Mrs. Johnson had a tickling touch which had a devastating effect on the young school girl.
Nicky was trying to pull her feet free but it could not be done. Trish had her legs locked around Nicky’s upper legs and was using her fingers to tickle her stomach. Sam held Nicky’s arms down and used her ass to keep Nicky from bouncing around.
“My you certainly do have some ticklish feet Nicky. I can’t believe you can take this torture.” Said Mrs. Johnson.
“Yea Mom, she can really take a lot before she asks us to stop.
Mrs. Johnson tickled those feet like an expert quickly reducing the school girl into tickling duress. With the help of her daughters Nicky was deep in silent laughter within a few minutes.
Then it was quickly over when Mrs. Johnson rose to her feet and went to sleep after working all night. The sisters let Nicky get up and turned on the TV. Nicky was happy to hear Sam was working over night. Nicky sat on the floor wondering if they would tickle her again. Nicky sat silent watching the tickling sisters before going to take her shower. Thinking of maybe walking into town Nicky remembered it was a long drive and there were no houses along the road to town.
Turning on the shower Nicky stood under the running water and let the water sooth her body and wash away the tickling feeling covering her body. The hot water felt so good and Nicky didn’t move from the shower for thirty minutes. When she finally emerged she toweled off and put her skimpy bikini on.
The sisters took Nicky to the local swimming pond where Sam went off to meet up with her friends. Nicky was reluctant to follow Sam and was thankful when Trish took her hand and took her off to what appeared to be a more secluded area.
Trish was apologizing for her sister. Nicky and Trish talked about life in a small town and the two seemed to hit it off. Nicky thought of Trish as a caring girl who had a lot in common with her. As they walked Nicky took turns hauling the big back pack that Trish had on her back. They talked the whole walk which took twenty minutes. They came to the top of a hill that looked out over the pond off in the distance.
The girls placed large beach towels down and fell to their stomachs after placing some sun tan lotion on each other. They continued their small talk and after an hour Nicky began getting tired and sleepy from her long night. Unable to fight off the sleep bug Nicky silently drifted off into a deep sleep.
Trish called out to Nicky and once she was sure she was a sleep opened her bag. Pulling out some scarves she pulled Nicky’s arms behind her back and tied a scarf tightly around her wrists. Next Trish closed Nicky’s legs and tied a few more scarf’s around her upper and lower legs. Then she tied her ankles together and even used a toe cuff to keep her big toes close together. Digging in her bag she pulled out a sleep mask and carefully placed it around Nicky’s eyes. Looking at her work she figured Nicky was completely immobile and could not see through the mask.
Trish made her self comfy and was sprawled out facing Nicky’s feet. Trish wrapped Nicky’s feet up in her left arm and used her right hand to tickle Nicky’s soft creamy soles. In a matter of seconds Nicky was jerking and then laughing. Trish kept her slow tickling pace up as Nicky tried to figure out what was happening. Moving ever so slowly along her ticklish feet Trish made sure Nicky was going to see just how skilful of a tickler she was.
Nicky was trying to bring her arms under her to get up and when she realized she was tied she freaked out. Then Nicky noticed she was blindfolded and when she thought about not being able to see where the tickling was coming from she really panicked.
“Trish! Trish!” Nicky called out.
When she got no answer she called out…
“Please no more!
Trish!
Please stop!
HELLO!
Stop it Please!”
Trish smiled as she listened to Nicky’s panic and angry calls. The slow maddening tickling went on. Giggling took over Nicky’s words and Trish moved from the heal and sole to under the toes. Trish watched Nicky’s feet try to pull apart with delight. Watching the toes flex wildly let her know how much tickle terror was in Nicky.
Trish’s silence was putting Nicky into another dimension. Was it Trish? How many people were tickling her? What was going on? Those thoughts filled the school girls mind.
Trish used her fingers to scrape Nicky’s feet from the toes to the heal. It reminded Trish of someone scraping their nails over a chalk boards. The loud squeals coming from Nicky were the sounds one would associate with that scenario.
Laughter filled the air as Nicky felt the never wavering tickling fingers moving slowly up and down her feet. Tracing her feet Trish was happy to hear her ticklish school girl laughing and vibrating to her tickling technique.
Nicky was gasping as she felt the slow slithering fingers crawling up her legs. Hovering at her ankles for awhile she soon felt the fingers running up her legs. Nicky was crying out for Trish to stop and in mid sentence Trish used both hands to tickle the backs of Nicky’s knees and Nicky lost it. Long streams of laugher over took Nicky as the slow tickling attacked her.
HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEEHAAHEEHAAHHAHA…AWWWW…HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAA…NOOOO…HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAA…STTT…HEEHEEHEEHEEE…OOOOOOPPPPPPP…HHEHEHEHEHHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHHEHHEHEHH
Tears were streaking down Nicky’s face as she suffered the slow tickling of Trish. Trish was lazily moving her fingers along Nicky’s hyper ticklish skin. The nonstop laughter coming from Nicky was placing Trish in a tickling zone. It seemed to Trish that Nicky was a big ticklish bowl of laughter. Watching her fingers move against Nicky’s soft skin put Trish in a trance. No matter where her fingers danced she was rewarded with pure ticklish laughter.
“Where will I tickle next…care to guess Nicky?
Such a ticklish little girl you are.
I bet you have never been tickled like this before have you Nicky?”
“Let me go…
HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHA
HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHA
HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHA
Pleaaaasseeeeeee…STOOOOPPPPPP….
HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHA
HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHA
HEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHAAHEEHA
“Stop…WHAT! I don’t think so Nicky. God you are a silly one.”
Nicky shuddered hard when she felt the light touch of fingers run over her ass. Trish noticed that and began drawing wide circles over her ass cheeks. Bucking faster with every tickle Trish was impressed with her tickling.
Nicky was out of her mind with the all out tickling. The constant slow tickling pace was tickle torture. With the tickling of her ass Nicky was trying to wiggle her ass to counter the tickling but it just tired her out quicker. The sun added to her quick energy loss and all she could do at that point was laugh uncontrollable.
The sound of a distant horn honking brought the tickling to an end. Trish quickly freed Nicky who was unable to move. Once everything was packed up the two girls made a slow walk towards the pickup truck. Nicky followed Trish and was looking at the sweet looking girl wondering why she tickled her so bad.
The ride back to the house was a silent one. Once back at the house Mrs. Johnson told Nicky the jeep would be ready first thing in the mourning. Mrs. Johnson told the girls that they were going to build a bonfire and told Sam to call in to her job so they could all entertain their friend.
Dressed in her bikini Nicky went into the yard watching over her shoulder ready to run if someone tried to tickle her. They were all sitting on the ground in a little circle talking some girl talk. Nicky found out that Mrs. Johnson was divorced and her husband lived in town.
Mrs. Johnson was on her fourth beer when Sam started some trouble.
“Mom, Nicky here told us that you were a bad tickler.”
Mrs. Johnson looked at Nicky with a look of surprise and asked…
“Nicky…is that true?”
No Mrs. Johnson, you tickled me really well.”
“Of course she is going to say that with you in front of her Mom!” replied Sam with an evil look.
Mrs. Johnson and her daughters were all looking at the sexy little school girl as if she was a ticklish steak that they just had to have.
Nicky noticed Sam move closer and went to jump to her feet. Sam reached up and went to grab her shoulder but missed and as Nicky turned Sam caught her bikini top and tore it off. Nicky stood their stunned covering her breasts with her hands when Trish jumped to her feet yelling
“COOCHIE COOCHIE GOOO”
Nicky tripped over her feet and landed on her hands and knees and began crawling away. Feeling a hand grab each ankle and pull Nicky tried all the harder to crawl away from her tickling tormentors.
“Just where are you going to go dear” asked Mrs. Johnson?
“Please don’t tickle me…” Nicky said over her shoulder.
Mrs. Johnson gave a pull on Nicky’s ankles and she fell to the ground. Nicky went limp and when she felt the grip loosen on her ankles she kicked at Mrs. Johnson and went to get up again. Sam grabbed a hold of Nicky’s bikini bottoms and went to pull her up. As Sam pulled lifting Nicky up in the air a tearing noise was heard by all and mother and daughters were all laughing as Nicky’s last piece of clothing fell off.
My…you are a cute one I see” laughed Mrs. Johnson.
Nicky was on her back looking up at the three women starring down at her naked body. They were all laughing and staring with that hungry look at the same time. Nicky crawled backwards and stopped when Mrs. Johnson spoke to her.
“Stop right their young lady! Come here right now!”
Nicky froze and instinctively listened to the voice of an adult. Getting up and walking with her head down she stood in front of Mrs. Johnson.
“That’s a good girl…now get down on your back…NOW!”
“Yes Mrs. Johnson” replied a scared Nicky.
On her back she let out a whimper when Mrs. Johnson sat on her upper chest, squishing her breasts. Sam held Nicky’s arms above her head and Trish wrapped her legs around Nicky’s and sat on her waist.
“So…you girls want to see me tickle this one good?”
“Yea Ma…get her good” the girls agreed.
“I haven’t tickled someone like this for a long time girls”.
“Please Mrs. Johnson…don’t tickle me” pleaded Nicky.
It was too late. With a swig on her beer Mrs. Johnson tore into the armpits of the school girl. With swirling fingers in Nicky’s armpits and long tickles up and down her arms Nicky was back in her tickle laughter.
“That’s it mom…tickle her good”.
“NO…heehaaheehaaheehaaheehaaa…Pleasseeeee….heehaaheehaaheehaaaheehaaaa…NOOOOOO…
“How adorable, listen to our school girl begging us for mercy girls”.
“What’s a matter you can’t take a little tickling” teased Sam.
Trish could not keep her self from tickling this hyper ticklish girl any longer. Reaching up Trish began her slow paced tickling on Nicky’s stomach. Writing her name she used Nicky’s entire stomach making sure every inch was tickled.
Sam replaced her hands with her knees to hold down Nicky’s arms and helped her mother tickle the armpits of ticklish Nicky. Noticing her daughter had Nicky’s upper body covered she turned around and dug into Nicky’s sides. With her fingers lightly poking and scratching at her sides Nicky was a babbling laughing girl.
With thirty tickling fingers Nicky was quickly turned into a mass of ticklish flesh. Unable to defend herself Nicky watched in horror as she was tickled into tickle hell.
All three ladies proved to be expert ticklers and Nicky was unable to fight them. With her head turning from side to side and tears running from her eyes Nicky was done for. With her body shaking as it got tickled all over she no longer controlled her bodily functions.
“MOM…she just peed!” screamed Trish with a voice filled with adrenaline and delight.
It was a short rest period for Nicky as the ticklers all stopped to take a look.
“That must be a little embarrassing yeah…don’t worry dear. I mean…we are good ticklers you know. Did it all come out Nicky?” Asked Mrs. Johnson assuring Nicky that it was okay.
Nicky was crying and wanted the tickling to stop.
“Okay girls…let’s move her so we don’t get any piss on us.”
Sam pulled on Nicky’s arms moving her a few feet away from the last spot. Rolling Nicky onto her stomach Mrs. Johnson once again sat Indian style with Nicky’s feet locked between her legs.
“If you can survive my foot tickling I will have a lot of respect for you Nicky” said Mrs. Johnson.
Sam sat on Nicky’s upper back facing towards her lower back so she could tickle her sides and ribs. Sam looked down at Nicky and said…
“Tickle tickle Nicky…I’m going to tickle my ticklish Nicky all night long”.
Trish continued her slow tickling on Nicky’s ticklish ass. Using all ten fingers Trish was able to cover her entire ass forcing some loud shrieks of ticklish laughter from Nicky.
Mrs. Johnson was busy and focus on tickling the soft and extremely ticklish feet. Tickling the sides of Nicky’s feet brought Nicky back to life and she was once again kicking and screaming.
“Your ticklish feet are sensitive to the touch. Tickle you here and you squirm, here you laugh, here you scream…you really have ticklish feet you poor thing.”
The Johnson family was having fun listening to Nicky laugh and scream. They just could not bring themselves to stop tickling the hyper ticklish girl. Even as Nicky’s body began to stop the struggling they tickled her relentlessly.
Nicky’s laughter was silent as she fought to stay awake. It proved to be a useless task as she soon was tickled well past her endurance level and blacked out.
Mrs. Johnson was disappointed that she only lasted a few hours. Calling it a night they carried the sleeping Nicky to the guest room and let her sleep.
The next mourning Nicky found her car in the yard. Not waiting to say goodbye she kept the blanket draped over her and jumped in her car. Speeding out of the yard Nicky drove as fast as she could. Once she arrived at the entrance to the highway she slammed on the breaks. Nicky was thinking that maybe she needed to teach the devil a lesson.
